The Fiery Age Across the Heavens, With a Daily-Restocking Fridge

The green tea I have been licking for a long time has gone to the countryside. My brothers and sisters have gone to the countryside, my childhood has gone to the countryside, and many of my classmates have gone to the countryside. Then I write about a female neighbor who is unwilling to go to the countryside. The description is particularly miserable, as if she is going to be arrested and shot. What kind of capitalist little princess is she?

If you are not a Shanghainese, please leave voluntarily. The whole article is in Shanghainese. I don't know whether it is for self-entertainment or because the author thinks he is superior to others.

Did these two little boys save the author's life? The cautious and cautious persona established for the protagonist in so many previous chapters was completely forgotten when it came time to write the little plot. The two gatherings were all about meat. The first time was for homeless people who brought all kinds of braised meats and whole chickens. The second time they were not paid and brought whole chickens, whole geese, and braised meats. How can you feel so comfortable eating this since you were a child? Even lame excuses can get away with? Didn't see it. It's ironic that when I bring some peanut oil, rice noodles and so on, I have to write such a serious note when I eat and drink so much when I'm young. Looking at the whole story, these two little guys have no effect on advancing the current plot. They still have to eat something good?

A bunch of dialects discourage readers from the beginning. . .

I saw a deputy director of the factory asking him to go to work in the factory to prepare cadres, but when he left the house, he told a classmate who was an apprentice that he could just go home and tell his parents. The whole yard knew about it, and one of them seemed to dislike the protagonist 🙂

If the facts are not confirmed yet, if you publicize them widely, others will report you for using the back door, or even fabricate charges to frame you. By the time they find out that you are fine, your job will be gone. . Especially in that era, which only ended 10 years ago, reporting was common in that era. Sons were even required to report their fathers, and wives were required to report their husbands. The reporting culture...

The author didn't intend for outsiders to read it. It's all in dialect. You have to think about the meaning in context while reading it. It's so damn tiring. Forget it, you locals, just read it for yourselves.

With the stingy characteristics unique to some old Shanghainese, it looks uncomfortable.

The reading experience is very low, only three sentences are in dialect, and it is not suitable for ordinary people to read. Poison

The writing style is very good, and I can only read it, but it is a pity that there is no common sense at all, and it has a refreshing literary taste. Before I even get the job, I am howling everywhere. I have no idea what the sinister nature of the human heart is. It feels like the urban dragon king is calling an army of 100,000 to build a kennel.